Warning: (SPOILER: DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!) This chapter again features some pretty graphic guy on guy sex. Consider yourself warned.
Chapter 14: Where did the hours go?
'The way you look at me makes me feel dirty, Ray.'
Ray laughed, a clear and happy sound, because Fraser had been coy. Ray wanted to ask Fraser whether he would say 'stop it, Ray' in the same tone of voice, but his laugh disappeared when Fraser announced that he was going to take a shower. With the Vaseline on his fingers Ray stared at him and waved his shiny hand at him. In response Fraser took his other hand and led him into the bathroom.
'It is just that I'm starting to feel undesirable what with not having been able to wash properly for two whole weeks,' Fraser said and he turned on the shower. Ray just looked him up and down. Fraser's muscular back and his nice and round ass, his lean and strong legs. His pale, smooth skin, his scars and dark hair. During this appreciation Ray's dick rose slightly.
'Nope. Looking completely desirably to me,' Ray said and he shook his head, because Fraser was just illegally attractive, 'As always.'
Fraser turned to Ray and blushed slightly, which to Ray was the fucking hottest thing ever. Turning his back on Ray again, Fraser fiddled with the tap, until the small bathroom was full of steam and stepped under the steady stream. Ray felt like he was losing his mind when Fraser closed the shower curtain.
'Won't you be joining me, Ray?' Fraser's voice asked through a dense mist after a moment and Ray opened the door to the bedroom further, because there was no way he was going to fuck Fraser without being able to see him. The fog started to clear a bit already when Ray pushed aside the curtain and entered the shower stall. The sight that met his eyes made him gasp. Be still my dick, he whispered. Ray was fooling no one; not Fraser and least of all himself. It wasn't his dick that was affected by the vision before him. It was Ray's heart that went pitter-patter. Nor was Ray going to fuck Fraser, they both knew that however rough it might get they made love.
Fraser was standing leaning with his elbows against the tiles looking over his shoulder and as Ray entered the shower he spread his legs. Ray quickly slathered his penis with the Vaseline, though he was doubtful it would stay on for long. He sidled up behind Fraser and kissed his shoulder. Ray reached for the soap and Fraser obligingly handed it to him. After rubbing the soap vigorously Ray threw the bar out of the stall. The bubbles were seeping down his arms as he took his sweet time massaging Fraser's neck and shoulder. Next his hands kneaded Fraser's back and his ass. Leaning against Fraser he kissed his way up to Fraser's left ear and licked the earlobe. Fraser emitted a low growl of deep pleasure.
Unable to restrain himself any longer Ray grabbed Fraser's shoulder and spun him around. Fraser's hand stroked Ray's hair back and Fraser rested his hands on Ray's neck and brought his lips closer. Hungrily, Ray kissed him and the kiss deepened. It was not like Ray had expected; it was tender and romantic. Ray pulled back briefly to get a look at wet Fraser and then wrapped his arms around Fraser and softly kissed him again. Fraser's lips yielded and Ray demanded a little more, sliding his tongue into Fraser's mouth. Ray could have done that for hours. Just exploring Fraser's mouth inch by inch, lovingly teasing with his tongue, pressed against Fraser, with the warm water raining down on them.
Ray carefully retracted his tongue and sank his teeth into Fraser's bottom lip and gave a slight tug at it. As Fraser moaned softly Ray released his lip and moved his hands down Fraser's chest. He could feel every hard muscle underneath Fraser's skin. Suddenly Ray went down on his knees and took Fraser's cock in his mouth. This time Fraser moaned loudly. The tiny mosaic tiles of the stall floor were digging into Ray's knees and it fucking hurt, but Ray was too busy digging his own fingers into Fraser's flesh to care. Ray's fingers were holding still Fraser's hips while Ray's lips moved around Fraser's hard dick. Ray felt the desire building inside him, until he couldn't take it anymore.
With a loud groan – man, he was getting old – Ray rose and gently forced Fraser against the wall. Immediately Fraser spread his legs and Ray's groin ached. He eased one finger into Fraser and then two. Fraser was very tense and Ray doubted he could manage another finger, so though his knees protested he kneeled down again. He parted Fraser's cheeks and slipped his tongue between them. Fraser gasped and he must have been with his face right in the spray, because he sputtered. After opening up Fraser with his tongue Ray's creaky knees survived getting up and Ray slowly penetrated Fraser from behind. Ray found Fraser's cock and he wrapped his left hand around it, gripping Fraser's hip with the right one. They started thrusting slowly and worked themselves up to a leisurely pace. After what felt like a wonderful eternity of gently rocking they rode out their orgasms.
Barely able to stand Ray kissed Fraser's shoulder once and retreated into the bedroom, falling on the left bed. The water was turned off and Fraser walked out of the bathroom and lay down on the right bed. Ray lay on his side to face him.
'Tell me the story of Franklin's lost expedition, Fraser. Every depressing detail,' Ray said and Fraser closed his eyes and began.
A little later.
'You've got a river named after you?' Ray teased.
'Well, Ray, it is not named after me. The river and its name were in place long before I was even born,' Fraser responded, but Ray wasn't fooled. For a short while after they became partners Fraser had gotten away with feigning to fail to recognise jokes or sarcasm, but Ray had caught on soon enough. However, Ray still got a kick out of seeing through Fraser's oblivious Mountie armour, so occasionally Fraser would don it just so Ray could dismantle it. Suddenly Ray's stomach growled and he got up and walked to the window. Upon sliding away the curtain he observed that the blizzard had abated and it had stopped snowing. He also observed it was getting dark, so they had spent almost an entire day in the hotel room. Not counting his outburst and departure into the blizzard.
'How about you get something to eat, while I take a shower and go downstairs to carry up my bags and pay for a few more days in the room?' Fraser said and damn, it was like he could read Ray's mind. Fraser gave Ray short directions to the North-Mart they had seen earlier, while Ray dressed. They kissed. It was a sloppy good-morning-I'm-off-to-work-see-you-tonight-honey kiss, until Ray pulled Fraser closer and finished the kiss passionately and properly. With difficulty Ray managed to tear himself away from Fraser and Fraser sighed disappointedly when Ray succeeded. Quickly, Ray grabbed his wallet and left the room. Closing the door of the room he noted the landing was dark and shuffled to the stairs.
They both remembered coming into Inuvik and pausing on the pavement looking at the hotel. A little bit of hope had welled up in them as they crossed the road. For some reason they were filled with joy. They were unsure of each other and of the other's feelings, but somehow in that moment they had sensed happiness lying ahead. Maybe Fraser had been waiting for Ray and Ray had been waiting for Fraser. Anyway, the waiting was over.
Title taken from a line in the song With you I never lose by Athlete.